The day that I am painted as a thug I would ask that my mother slap me and my accuser For every day I work […]
A rose in Eden. One by one, the petals fall. The ground is stained red.
A rose in Eden. One by one, the petals fall. The ground is stained red.
The day that I am painted as a thug I would ask that my mother slap me and my accuser For every day I work […]